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... , irregular thud of something shifting against the desk. The faint clink of jewelry, metal brushing skin.
I walked into the office without knocking.
Then I looked up.
Zane was behind his desk. Jacket still on. Shirt sleeves rolled back like he hadn’t planned on company. A woman was bent forward in front of him, blonde hair spilling down her back, one hand braced on the polished wood like she needed it to stay upright.
It took my brain a second too long to catch up ...
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